Chapter 19
This is why no one tells me anything.
Varian knew she was going to run if he let his guard down for even a second. There was no getting around it. The way Fox kept looking over her shoulder. The dark eyes scanning the hall. The closer they got to the smaller meeting room the more urgency in her actions.
If he wasn't so straight up annoyed with Fox, he might have laughed at her behavior. He could have taken her to his rooms. But that would he a mistake. How was he going to resist the temptation of the sight of her bare bottom squirming on his lap when there was a bed mere feet away? He growled and pulled her closer at the thought. She would take advantage of his weakness, if there was the slightest clue what he was thinking in the moment.
Fox fully believed he was just angry with her. "Varian, it was Westfall. You could practically call it New Elwynn it's so safe. If not for the lack of trees. And grass." She looked up at him, as he ignored her words. "And water. Besides the coast line. Damn it, there was no danger! I didn't even get a scratch."
The door to the little meeting hall was thrown open, and they moved inside. Varian releasing her to firmly shut and lock the latch. A symbolic effort to expression there would be no escape.
"I can pick that faster then you locked it, you know." Fox replied completely off the cuff. The hands coming to her hips. He had to remember who he was dealing with. She was the Crimson Fox. Eloise Lothar was just a fantasy that had been forceably pinned to her persona.
The meaning of her statement filtered into understanding. Varian turned his face to hers. "Must you always be this taxing?" He reached for her.
Evasion was her friend. A dodge had her rushing to the oval table in the center of the room. She pulled out a chair, and set it between them. "You haven't even heard my version yet."
Varian followed her in a slow gait. Not in any rush to see to her punishment. The fact she was actually dreading it was more then he had hoped for. Fox seemed almost frightened at the prospect of a child's spanking. He reached the chair and lifted it with one hand. It swung around. Then it was settled back under the table. "Really, and would it matter to consider your side of the story?"
"To my bottom, I think it would matter a great deal, if you believed me!" Fox rushed around the table. The shiny wooden top stretched out between them. Not much more reassuring then the chair, but still it was something.
"And would you have me believing truth or lies, because my fair Rogue, I know exactly how flexible your tales can be." He leaned to the left and she stepped to the right. So this was her game. He was going to have to chase her around like school children. Well, that was fine with him, because she could only evade so long. She would run out of tricks eventually. He would always be Lo'Gosh, Gladiator Champion, Warrior King of Stormwind. There was no way his little Lady would out last him.
"It would not be deceitful lies." Fox raised her hands before her. Pinching her fingers together so the slightest hint of light could be seen. "Just little white, none harmful ones."
Varian laughed at that. "So you admit your going to lie."
"My benevolent and loving King, please remember it is quite literally my ass on the line here." Fox did not even finish her sentence, before Varian made a charge around the table. A quick sprint was just enough to keep her out of arm's reach. "Cheater!" She called from her place on the far side of the table. Shaking a fist at him.
"How was that cheating?" Varian placed a hand on the back of a chair, leaning his weight on it. Wondering if he pulled it out if she would move around it or just spring over it. Curiosity peaked he pulled it out, just to see.
"You came after me while I was talking, and put that chair back under the table right now! That was my trick and you can't steal it from me. It's against the rules." Fox started to wring her hands. Obstacles in such tight quarters were not going to bode well for her. What she had was speed and agility. Once that was removed she was done.
"Since when were there rules?" Varian stalked around the table. Watching her walking backwards to keep the distance.
"Since I started to make them up in my favor. I want to win, you know."
Varian sprinted after her again. "But you are not going to win this time."
Fox let out a small cry. Jumping on the chair and rushing over the table to the other side. Looking back to see if Varian was following her, Fox misjudged the back of the chair. It caught around her foot.
Varian watched her tangle up in the chair, and fall hard on the floor. The loud sound of her landing made it clear it was not good. Instead of her rebounding to her feet, he heard a muffled cry of pain. He rolled his eyes to the ceiling. By the Light, why did she continue to do things like this? Walking around to see her holding her ankle, tears forming in her eyes. Kneeling down next to her to take hold of her leg. He asked,"Broken or sprained?"
"Painful." Fox closed her eyes and rested her head on the wall. "Very, very painful."
"You should have just let me spank you and been done with it." Varian pulled off her boot and examined her foot.
She shuddered at the movement. "I'd rather a priest casting a healing spell on my leg then my rear end, thank you."
Varian applied pressure and Fox screamed. She almost lurched off the floor. He nodded. "My dear, Lady Lothar, you are the proud new owner of a broken ankle. Congratulations."
"Lovely." Was her only reply as he lifted her into his arms.
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Varian had carried her through the halls in long strides. He had called for the Cathedral of Light to summon a Priest to his rooms. Why had he said his rooms? That was because he had not been openly thinking. Reacted on instinct, and there was nothing more natural to him then Fox in his rooms, on his bed, and in his arms against his chest. That was where he wanted her, so that is where she should be. That would keep her from rushing off to Light knows where when she took a notion.
He set her down with tender care. It did not stop her from acting it up for all she was worth. Frowning down at her, he sighed, "See, as delicate as you are, this is why you should not be in Westfall without my escort."
"Seeing as you know I am over dramatizing it to get out of trouble, you would have to say something like that." She shot back. Sitting up against the pillows.
There was a knock at the door, and Varian nodded, "The Priest's arrival is quite timely. We will get you healed up right way." He moved to open the door and stared out. Looking to the guard he blinked, "did you knock?"
The guard cleared his throat and dropped his eyes to the ground.
Varian froze. Sweet blessed Light, not again! Looking down he saw two adorable little gnome priests. Bungee with her arms full of clip boards and papers, and the black shadowy form of Bethesda. Could it be true? His perfect little gnome priests! There they were with their expert procedures and quick witted and candid diagnoses. He looked back at Fox fussing with her ankle on the bed. It seemed as if she was trying to make it more comfortable. Oh yes, this was going to be amazing.
"Welcome to my private rooms yet again, My favorite Gnomish priestesses!" Varian opened his arms wide. He hadn't smiled this large in weeks! Knowing they were here to turn their attention on Fox made him extremely amused.
Bungee tottered in first. Bethesda dropped her Shadow form and followed. The little eyes blinking at the bed. "So I take it you took my advice?"
"Yes, I did. I have a new set of troubles, but the dreams are gone and I am sleeping perfectly fine." Varian crossed his arms over his chest. Looking down at the two.
Bungee blushed and held her clipboard over her face. She as not clearly over that last time she had been summoned into royal service.
"So what seems to be the problem?" Bethesda looked right at Fox's stunned face Then like a homing missile to the ankle. "Aside the clearly busted leg. You should be more careful in your bedroom antics."
"Tell her to stop making me chase her around tables." Varian replied with a dismissive shrug.
Bethesda shook her head, "Really woman? You make him chase you? Don't you know men need their strength to keep the rhythm exactly right? You are only hurting yourself, my dear."
"While you are here, Bungee, can I get one of those physicals." Varian almost wanted to rub his hands together and laugh in wicked glee. "The Physical, Mental and Emotional one, like you gave me in Lion's Landing. Seems she is having dreams now too."
"Really?" Bungee pulled up her quill and moved to Fox's side. "This will take a great portion of the day, but we have the time! So I will get right to it."
Bethesda looked up at Varian, "Why must you do this to me. She is going to start in on us all over again about medical terms and conditions. You know that Bungee will find something wrong over the broken ankle. I could have just flashed healed and been out of here."
Bungee was already taking Fox's pulse when the clip board dropped from her hand. A stunned look on her face as it clattered against the wood floor. "Bethesda?"
"SEE!" Bethesda's little eyes narrowed on Varian for a moment before walking over to Fox. "What is it? Irregular heart beat? Murmur? Or maybe just an obvious broken ankle?"
Bungee said nothing, and handed Fox's arm to Bethesda. The little fingers going to the wrist. A long moment passed. Bethesda moving her fingers again. Releasing and trying again. A stunned look she dropped on Bungee. "By the Light!" Was the Shadow Priestess's response.
Fox pulled her hand away. Placing the fingers of her free hand to her wrist. She tried to feel what they had. Nothing. "What is it?'
"Have you had any strange symptoms lately?" Bethesda looked up with wide eyes. "Anything at all?"
"I'm tired more then usual lately. I was assuming it's stress." Fox whispered starting to fell a bit nervous.
Varian took a step forward. He was growing worried as well. Sure, he had wanted them to tease and irritate Fox, but it as possible the found something wrong. "Is she alright? It's not her heart is it?"
"Bungee, let me talk to the King. You will heal her ankle up for us, right?" Bethesda started to the door.
"Of course." Bungee patted Fox's arm. "It's fine. You are going to be just fine."
Fox rolled her eyes. "Okay Varian. Nice joke." She fell back on the bed, and allowed Bungee to cast her healing spell. The shout of, "Next time I am going to go to Duskwood!" followed the King.
Bethesda moved out the door with Varian. "We need to speak alone." She turned her eyes on the guards. "I mean alone."
Varian was starting to grow vastly concerned. They moved to the first open room they could find. The moment the door shut he went right for the point of the matter. "What is wrong with Lady Lothar?"
"That is Lady Lothar in there?" Bethesda reached up to grab her chest. "Oh, well that would make sense."
"What would make sense?" Varian was getting ready to shake the little Gnome.
'That she is with child." Bethesda blinked up at the King. "That is why you requested the physical for her, am I correct? I am not surprised given the rumors that are moving around the whole of Azeroth. Some saying, how you are so smitten with her that you would not even allow her to go and greet the other Alliance Race Leaders. Not that I am given to gossip. But there is some juicy stuff out there. Like the ones about how you scared off all her suitors, and keep her locked up in your room for days at a time. I admit, those ones are very amusing to me. Seeing as how I blame myself, for saying you needed laid. Seems you followed that advice and took your medicine quite well. Good Job, King Wyrnn!"
Varian shook his head, "Excuse me? I have not touched the Lady Lothar for the last two months. Surely she would have noticed something in that time."
"That is why I thought you suspected!" Bethesda smiled, "Congratulation King Wyrnn, on the impending birth of the latest Royal Family member. The house of Wyrnn and the Arathi line. The rumors might have been swirling, but I never thought I would be the one to deliver the blessed news!"
"You don't think Bungee will tell her without me?" Varian rushed to the door.
"No. Bungee knows who pays the bills, and your Lady is highly agitated. She is showing a great deal of stress. That has to be curbed, your Majesty, immediately."
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Fox paced the floor waiting for Varian to return. The little Gnome Priest had left a while ago.
When the door opened, Fox spun so quickly the long flowing skirt swung around her. "What took you so long? What did she tell you? Because I have to say the one you left me was cryptic beyond all contention. And I am an expert interrogator, so that is really saying something."
Varian just stared for a long moment. How was it possible that with each new day she became more beautiful to him? He looked on her with knowing eyes. How had he missed the signs of her pregnancy. Pointed out they were glaringly obvious. She glowed just like the moon he had always thought of her as. "Fox." It was all he could say. Telling her would upset her far to much at this point. He had other things that were going to set her on edge to deal with, that were far more pressing. Bethesda had expressly forbidden that he dump everything on her at once. Not telling her about the baby was killing him. He wanted to rush over and pull her in his arms. Weep with joy that Fox was having his child.
"Is something wrong?" Fox tilted her head.
"No. It's just I decided to take some steps when it comes to you." He walked to the chairs and sat down "Please sit."
"Alright?" Fox moved over and swept the skirts under her. He was making her very nervous.
He pulled up a large embossed tube. It looked to be forged of high grade Northrend Titanium. The precious gems sealed into the cylinder. Popping off the cap he removed a large piece of parchment and unscrolled it. Setting it on the table before her. "This is our marriage decree. As you can see it already bears my signature, the Stormwind and Gilnean seal. While I was gone I spoke with Greymane about your current affairs and he agreed that we needed to take immediate action."
Fox felt her mouth drop open. "You sealed it? Without my signature? You set an official Stormwind seal?" Her mind reeled. "but, Varian, this means you are giving me no choice in the matter. Why would you do that?"
"You can sign it now, love. I have a quill and ink in this room as you know." He knew she would not relent just yet. But this had to be done. For the sake of the child's legitimacy, she must be his Queen.
"Why are you doing this?" Fox came to her feet. The urge to punch him strong. He knew she wasn't ready. She had told him so just last night.
He wanted to tell her of the baby. The knowledge had filled his heart with such joy. It was all he could have done not to rushed to her right away. Then realty settled in and so did her words. They rang in his mind like a warning. "Oh, I can assure you, my sheer revulsion to the idea of carrying your manipulation to term would end any chance of that." Fox had said it herself. And the very idea of her loosing this child filled him with cold terror. According to Bethesda it was far to early in the pregnancy to chance Fox's rage. It was not a chance he would take with something so valuable on the line.
He would tell her. Hopefully soon. Varian had no idea if she even suspected it herself. Gauging her actions he assumed she was completely in the dark. Fox was reckless that was true, but to openly endanger a child. That, he did nothing believe she was capable of. It was the initial reaction he feared. Bethesda had been quite clear. The child was at a delicate stage. Fox must remained calm, have gentle activity, good rest, and a healthy diet. Varian should lavish as much attention on her as humanly possible, the little Gnome had said. It would not harm the child to have it's mother completely enraptured with it's father. That always held the best possible out come.
"It was time." Varian rolled the paper back up and slipped it in the protective case. "You maybe my wife in the eyes of my Kingdom, but outside it's borders you know that you are still free. I don't have the power to make the other Alliance leaders, or the Horde acknowledge my seal."
"Then let me pack my bags for Ironforge!" Fox moved to stand before him. She looked perfectly lost in the next moment when she fell to her knees. "Please rescind this order, Varian. Do not do this to me against my will."
He could feel the tension in her fingers as she gripped his thigh. The brown eyes wide almost brimming with tears. "I will not announce it Fox. Not until you are ready and your signature sits with mine."
"Then why at all." Fox was confused beyond words. "Did the priests tell you something you are not telling me?"
Varian closed his eyes and looked away. Unable to lie with that pained look on her face. "I just realized that just as with Tiffin, I could loose you so very quickly."
Fox sat back and sighed. "I am not Tiffin, Varian. I know she was the most wonderful thing that ever happened in the entire history of everything. Do you not think I am well aware of how second place I am? Wait, third, but I can't begrudge you Anduin, damn loveable brat that he is. But that is one of my objections to this union! Damn it, Varian! I can handle that you loved Tiffin but I can not handle you wanting me to be her, or worrying I will end up like her. I am the Crimson Fox! No random rock is going to strike me down. Unless I trip on it, but that's not the same... What are you doing?"
Varian stood up and started removing his armor. "I am going to make love to my wife. My very alive, very angry, and very irritated wife. Because I know once I get you on that bed, you will forget about Tiffin. You will stop using her as a barrier to block me. I want you to stop thinking of why this isn't going to work and start focusing on why it already is."
"You are going right to the sex aren't you?" She watched his armor being stripped away. Felt the very real need that had been gnawing at her for days. "I so liked this better when it was me attacking your ability to think."
"Then please, attack away. This is our wedding night, Fox. I wasn't able to give you a wedding or a reception, but I can sure as hell make sure this part isn't lacking."
Fox trembled looking up at him. The rock hard body being slowly exposed as he worked at the clasps he could reach. She had a husband? "It's still early in the day." She pointed out with a blush.
"Good, because I would hate to rush this."
Fox gave up. There was no way to stand against Varian's wishes any longer. He was a born and bred royal completely used to getting his way. What chance did her stubborn nature have against him. Anduin Lothar had lost his battle to bring Ondrena to this point. Their child had been born out of wedlock. Varian would not repeat that mistake. He would claim Fox as his own. Maybe only the two of them and Greymane knew of it, but that was enough. Slowly she would settle into her role as Queen Wyrnn. Of that he was certain. Right now the only thing that he needed to do was love her. And that need was literal.
"Fox, help me get the clasps I can not reach." The voice was calm. There was no command, but it was no request either. This was an expectation of a man to his woman. She had to see to him, so that he could see to her.
Varian had been exactly right in his approach. Fox didn't even think. She just stood up and moved her hands over the fastenings. Allowing her fingers to trail over the exposed flesh. The warm skin over the rippling muscles that flexed under her touch. The sensation making her long to taste the salty skin and drag her lips over it. Fox bit her lip as she suppressed the urge to bite his shoulder.
Varian watched her carefully. How could he not? When she was like this he owned the world. The white teeth sliding over her lip. The intense gaze that was fairly worshiping his form. She wanted him so badly that it only intensified his desire. They were lustful beings feeding off each other. All the world meaningless when they came together. Varian reached out his hand to touch her cheek, and slide his fingers down her neck. Following the neckline of her dress.
He felt his chest armor slip away, but saw only the full mounds of her breasts still wrapped in pretty cloth, in his hands. They were already starting to swell. She had not complained about the aching. Something he knew would come. He would be more then willing to carefully massage and tend to them. He felt a surge of male satisfaction knowing that this time next year their child would be feeding from them. How many times would he get to sit and watch her suckling their baby close to her breast.
Unable to stop himself he let his hand drop lower. Sliding it over the soft material over her stomach. He was still in utter shock at the knowledge. Masculine pride at his prowess did nothing to absolve his ego. Oh yes, he was beaming at what his actions had wrought. Nothing would make him feel bad when there was such a wonderful reward waiting for him. He though if it would be a son or a daughter. Deciding that he wanted another son from Fox. They were both born to fight, and a boy would set the whole of Azeroth on it's ear. He could not wait to see that day arrive. He was unaware how lost in thought he was, caught up in his dreams. Already bursting with pride at his unborn child's imagined greatness.
"Varian, turn so I can get the clasps on your back." Fox's voice was shaking. Signaling that she was wanting to ravish him the moment she had him free of the plate.
He complied with her request, but he was not going to relent to her desire. No, this was one of those times that needed to be softly savored. He wanted to touch his wife everywhere. Taste her mouth, her breasts, and the sweetness even lower.
Varian was going to worship at the alter of Fox's body until he felt she was willing to sacrifice her entire being to him. He wanted more then her body and her love now. Varian was a greedy King. Now he had gained everything else he dreamed of, he found he wanted more. Fox was right, he just demanded more and more of her. Now that he had her body, her love, and her life, Varian wanted her very soul. Perhaps even that would not be enough of her to quench the Ghost Wolf's insatiable desire to subdue his Crimson Fox.
Author Note:
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